Your spine starts its tingling
Your eyes they shine with wondering
The roller coaster's climbing skyward
We're all strapped in
And there are no exits
Memories of a thousand times before
They are floating
In a liminal silence
How to breach the walls of heaven
With our riddled minds
In this plastic world?
Strive to reach a higher consciousness
With our scratching
And our skulling competence?
Want to sail the seven seas
Want to brave the world of mystery
Want to swim to the farthest shores
Don't want to be alone
How to describe the way we feel
As we climb up the hill?
Endless dreams of changing colour
There is something aching
There is soul flavour
Trees are breathing in our thoughts
And exhaling outwards
All our sustenance
Want to play in higher realms
With those thought beings
And those simulacra
We're swinging along
On this gold brick road
Searching for Ozymandias
When it breaks the sun will rise
Upon our mystic enterprise